I am farming in the fairyland

Chapter 168

Liu Yixiang was worried for the first time, and then a feeling of trance appeared in her heart.

Rhubarb, who is it?
Why so familiar?
Familiar scenes flashed through her mind, and she just wanted to see what they were, but her heart seemed to be covered with shadows, and she couldn't move them, and she couldn't see what they were at all.

Liu Yixiang was dazed at the empty jungle, and suddenly, the scene in front of her eyes changed.

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Dilapidated thatched huts, baby girls, old people, and noisy villagers.

All of this gave her a very familiar yet strange feeling.

Liu Yixiang's clear eyes became dazed, staring blankly at what happened before her eyes.

Watching the birth of a slap-sized baby girl and the death of the mother who was pregnant with the baby girl in October due to dystocia, followed by a heavy and solemn funeral.

As soon as the funeral was over, she watched a man full of stubble come out of the thatched cottage, with red eyes, he came out at sunset and returned at dusk.Sometimes he would go out all night and get so drunk that he never even saw his soft and cute baby, and only entrusted her to the care of the old man in the house.

She watched the man, who was depressed all day long, fall into the river due to alcoholism and suffocate to death.

She wanted to remind him, and wanted to save him, but she found that she couldn't make a sound, couldn't move, and could only be a bystander.

The next day, the villagers in the village found the man who fell into the river, salvaged him, and hurriedly notified the old man in the dilapidated thatched hut.

The old man seemed to be getting older, with his waist bent, looking at the man who was white and wrinkled by the river water, smoking the dry tobacco one after another, silent, his face gradually became gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking .

The villagers began to call the baby girl a mourner, an unknown, and a freak.

As they scolded longer, the old man's face became more and more pale.

Liu Yixiang really wanted to smooth the wrinkles between the old man's eyebrows, thinking so, tried to move, and found that she could move, so she really did.

But she still couldn't make a sound.

No, to be precise, these people seemed to be unable to hear what she said.

She stepped forward and caressed the old man's eyebrows with her round fingertips.

What I touched was not the warm feeling I imagined, but cold to the touch, which was unreal.

The old man bent down as if he couldn't see her, trying to hug the dead man on the ground.

A thin and elderly man, how can he hug a man who has been immersed in the river all night.

It took a lot of effort to hold the man in his arms, blushing, but only propped up the man's back.

Afterwards, the man slipped to the ground again, and the old man propped him up and sat up again and again, trying to hug him, but he had no strength, but he could only let the man slip to the ground again and again.

The surrounding villagers wanted to come forward to help, but they were stopped by the old man.

When the villagers saw the appearance of the old man, those ugly shouts gradually stopped, and the atmosphere became heavy.

For some reason, Liu Yixiang felt a little sad in her heart, always feeling that it shouldn't be like this.

The old man was still not reconciled, with sweat dripping between his pale temples, he tried many times, but he still couldn't hug the man.

She watched the dry ground drip and become wet.

In the end, the old man gave up and put his head on the man's stiff and cold chest, tears streaming down his face, "My son..."

Liu Yixiang's heart seemed to be caught by something, and her heart was stuffy and uncomfortable.

The villagers chattered and wanted to help the poor old man again, but no matter what they said, the old man refused to allow them to help.

A look of ashes appeared on his wrinkled face, he dragged the man's feet, gritted his teeth and walked towards home.

A long water stain was dragged on the ground, just like Liu Yixiang's mood at this time, feeling lost, as if shrouded in a shadow, unable to breathe.

She woodenly stepped forward and lifted the man's shoulders.

He suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the surrounding villagers seemed to be blind to this strange scene, silently following behind the old man.

Liu Yixiang was in a daze, ignored the strangeness, and followed the old man back to the thatched hut.

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Then there are supporting spirits, guarding spirits, and attending funerals. For as many days as the old man kept guarding without sleep, Liu Yixiang stayed with him for as many days.

After finishing the funeral, the old man couldn't bear it anymore and passed out.

Liu Yixiang stepped forward very nervously, picked up the old man horizontally and put him on the bed, he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

This old man, from the moment she saw it, she had a very friendly feeling. Although she didn't know him, she just couldn't help but want to get close to him.

Not only did she forget rhubarb, but she also forgot everything, she couldn't remember Linshui Village, she couldn't remember Liu Chenxing, she couldn't remember the thatched cottage that carried her joy and happiness, she couldn't remember her mother who had a difficult delivery, and she couldn't remember her father who left with her mother.

He couldn't remember the system, as if he even forgot that he was a monk.

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She went out anxiously, wanting to ask for help, but everyone she caught couldn't see her, couldn't hear her, and passed her by.

Liu Yixiang was so anxious that her mouth started to blister.

It was the head of the village who was worried about Liu Chenxing, came over to take a look, saw his pale face, and hurriedly invited a doctor, which saved his life.

After Liu Chenxing woke up, although he remembered that the baby was his granddaughter, he never cared about her except after feeding her every day.

Sitting alone, silent all day long, not going to the village, just running back and forth in the field outside the thatched house, farming, going home with a hoe, cooking, smoking dry tobacco, and being in a daze, every day.

Liu Yixiang was just like that, watching the baby grow up here in the thatched cottage.

One year old, two years old, three years old, they seem to be old learners, not at all innocent and lively like children, and they are bored in the room all day long.

Sometimes after a year, the grandfather and grandson have not spoken more than five sentences.

Gradually, the little girl became more and more silent, no one taught her how to speak, and she couldn't speak, only um... ah... um, these vague words.

When the girl was five years old, the old man was finally willing to go out one day and walked around the village.

I overheard this by accident. The village woman said that his granddaughter was a evil star, completely ignoring the old man beside her, saying that she had killed both her parents, and that one day she would kill the old man himself and so on.

Liu Chenxing's face became more and more gloomy when he heard it beside him, his lips were tightly pursed, and he said nothing.

Thus, the suffering of the little girl began from this day.

The old man has one more daily activity, which is to beat and scold the little girl.

If it hurts, the little girl will only make a vague sound with no clear meaning.

I don't cry, I don't laugh, I just stay in the corner numbly.

During the whole day of beating and scolding, Liu Yixiang felt very sad, as if she had turned into that little girl, she was that little girl.

The little girl feels pain, and she also feels pain. The little girl is bored in the corner, but she feels that she is also extremely wronged.

(End of this chapter)